So you finally got what you wanted   You've achieved your aim by making the walking lame   And when you just can't get any higher   You use your senses to suss out this week's climber      And the small fame that you've acquired   Has brought you into cult status   But to me you're still a collector      There's tarts and whores but you're much more   You're a different kind 'cause you want their minds   And you just don't care 'cause you've got no pride   It's just that face on your pillowcase that thrills you      And you started looking much older   And your fashion sense is second rate like your perfume   But to you in your little dream world   You're still the queen of the butterfly collectors      As you carry on 'cause it's all you know   You can't light a fire, you can't cook or sew   You get from day to day by filling your head   But you surely must know the appeal between your legs   Has worn off      And I don't care about morals   'Cause the world's insane and we're all to blame anyway   And I don't feel any sorrow   Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors      There's tarts and whores but you're much more   You're a different kind 'cause you want their minds   And you just don't care 'cause you've got no pride   It's just that face on your pillowcase that thrills you      You carry on 'cause it's all you know   You can't light a fire, you can't cook or sew   You get from day to day by filling your head   But you surely must know the appeal between your legs   Has worn off      And I don't feel any sorrow   Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors